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Fic: The Perfect Moment

Title: The Perfect Moment
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Pairing: Elrond/Glorfindel
Genres: fluff
Rating: PG
Summary: "You can't always get the perfect moment. Sometimes, you just have to do the best you can under the circumstances."- Sarah Dessen </fck:meta>

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Disclaimer: Still do not own.

Warning: violence of the very non-descriptive sort and a bit ‘o fluff :D

A/N: Another commission/request for sin_delight  from the last help_haiti  lightning round. I’m so so sorry this has taken so long! I have come to the conclusion that LotR fanfiction just does not like me… Bit I shall persevere! XD Anyway, this is for her third prompt (sorry, I’m doing them out of order XD).

Third prompt:

“You can’t always get the perfect moment. Sometimes, you just have to do the best you can under the circumstances.”

— Sarah Dessen

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The trip back from Minas Tirith to Rivendell occurred several weeks after the coronation of the new king. It was to be relaxed return; they didn’t expect to arrive at their destination for several weeks.

Glorfindel was loath to admit, even to himself, that he was very happy he would be the only one accompanying Elrond. In the days and weeks following the coronation he had spent more time than was usual with the Lord of Rivendell and had come to a rather startling conclusion; he  was in love with Elrond. He had been friends with the dark haired elf for many, many years, but only recently had he realized how deep those feelings reached.

He was sure the elf now riding at his side had no idea and he himself was afraid to bring up such a subject. To ruin the friendship they shared was worse than any other thing he could imagine. No amount of love and longing could make him chance the total rejection he was almost certain he would face.

A week into the journey found the two elves in Rohan. They rode their horses slowly, enjoying the scenery and thinking. Conversation had been sparse since they had left Minas Tirith. Each elf was weighed down by thoughts and feelings they thought best kept secret.

The trees began growing thicker, grassland giving way to saplings. Glorfindel assumed they were nearing Fangorn, though it might also be just a large copse farther south. Suddenly there was the sound of a horn from the woods not far from them. The two elves had been so caught up in their own thoughts and worries that they had not noticed anything, but it was obvious something was not right.

There was shouting and the sound of many, many feet trampling through thick underbrush then more than four dozen men in full battle dress came pouring out of the forest. They shouted and waved spears and swords, arrows preceding their attack, making the elves’ horses whiny in fright as arrows struck the ground around their feet.

Glorfindel cursed to himself, angry that he had not heard anything and that they were now in a lot of danger. Within seconds a battle would be upon them, but there were only the two of them, even if they were elves and much stronger and faster than the humans, they stood barely a chance of surviving, much less unharmed.

Without even a second thought Glorfindel turned to his companion, eyes ablaze. Elrond looked at him strangely, half his attention on the approaching men, and Glorfindel knew he had to speak or risk loosing the chance forever. There would be no perfect moment, especially with the risk of battle looming overhead.

“I love you,” he whispered, unsure if the darker elf had heard him. But the other elf’s eyes widened in shock, attention drawn from the impending battle, and Glorfindel knew his confession had been heard. “I will hear your answer after the battle,” he said and turned away. There was no sense in watching anymore for Elrond’s reaction. There was a fight to be won if he ever wanted to know if his love could be returned.

The battle seemed to drag on for days, although it could not have lasted for more than a few hours. Glorfindel knew he could not allow his concentration to slip but could not help his thoughts returning to the dark haired elf fighting at his side. He winced to himself at every slash that made its way through the other’s armor, though he knew none of them were life threatening. But both elves were tiring and there were still almost a dozen humans still out for their lives.

Suddenly there was a horn call not far off, much different from the one that had preceded their current encounter, and Glorfindel felt a stirring of hope. It was the horn of Rohan he could hear and that meant help was soon to be had. The enemy fighters obviously knew that reinforcement would soon come for the elves and fought harder as if desperate now to see them dead. The elves, though, knew they had only to defend themselves until help arrived.

In minutes riders of Rohan appeared and the remaining human fighters scattered. A few riders followed, they knew the elves had to have been targeted for ambush and had no wish for a repeat. Soon the survivors were rounded up and the dead piled by the side of the road. A pyre would be built so as not to attract any unwanted attention to this place of violence and death.

Through this Glorfindel and Elrond sat by the side of the road, dressing their wounds. It seemed neither was inclined to speak or to even look at the other. Finally Glorfindel could take it no longer. Glancing around to make sure that no one was paying any mind to them, he grabbed Elrond by the arm and pulled him farther into the cover of the trees.

Once they were far enough in to escape any wandering ears the arm was dropped, though Glorfindel wanted nothing more than to hold it to him. Elrond would not meet his eyes but the golden haired elf was desperate for an answer. “I love you,” he said softly, lifting the other’s chin. “I do not want to burden you with this if you do not wish it, but I would at least know your reply.”

Elrond seemed to hesitate for a moment, then straightened, looking his fair haired companion in the eye. “It is the same with me,” he replied, a slight smile on his face. “I have been entranced with your beauty and courage for many a year.”

Glorfindel smiled, heart warming. “Then it is good,” he said leaning in to capture Elrond’s lips with his own. As they kissed the trees seemed to come alive with the elves own passion, swaying softly and whispering of the love shared beneath their ancient boughs.

They were alive and both had found their love returned. Glorfindel knew his confession had not come at the greatest of times, but he knew they both felt this was their perfect moment.

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A/N: I hope you liked it, sin_delight ! The other two fics are in the works. I’m trying to get them up ASAP.

Thank you for reading and I hope you liked it! Please feel free to REVIEW! :D

 

Comments

OK I'll stop buying your services for LOTR next time xD

I'm sorry but this line
He was in love with Glorfindel had been friends with the dark haired elf for many, many years, but only recently had he realized how deep those feelings reached.
confuse me as I thought I was reading in Glorfindel's pov but somehow he loves himself? 8D

He winced to himself at ever slash that made its way through the other’s armor, though he knew none of them were life threatening.
I think there's a typo?

“I love you,” he said softly, lifting the other’s chin. “I do not wish to burden you with this if you do not wish it, but I would know your reply.”
There's something wrong with that sentence D:

looking his fair haired companion in the eye.
Missing at maybe?

And lol take your time with the others xD
I really am having fun with them and like them a lot (and I hope you like them too XD). I just feel like I have to stick exactly to canon... which is very strange for me and quite difficult XD But oh they are so much fun!

It is edited. Sorry for the mistakes... this is why I shouldn't be allowed to edit my own writing late at night XD Thank you for pointing them out ^.^
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